At
My school
I was one of those kids
Who thought that bed testing
Would be a worthy occupation for sure,
But,
Once left,
I realized enough
People already did that for a living
And that the pay and conditions were poor,
So
I wandered
Into shipping, which,
To its credit, wasn’t responsible
For the eventual debt I was saddled with
As
That was
My own doing
Due to this particular career
Choice not affording me the life I lived,
By
Which time
It was too late to
Stop the rot setting into
The dry timbered hull I’d lazily built,
And
Ever since
I’ve searched the Earth
For worthy work and luckily
I’ve found a sturdy girl to employ my skills.
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